Shouta was taking a walk on the beach with his hair down, trying to do something relaxing on his day off.

As Shout walked across the beach barefooted, the dry and wet sand mixing underneath his feet, he noticed some teenage girl - Probably in middle school - running towards him.

Shouta caught some of his long black hair in between his fingers, glancing at the girl with a stoic and partially relaxed expression.

What did this kid need? They looked concerned for 10 in the morning. Barely anyone was even on the beach at this time in the morning.